Bill Collector vs. Mackk Myron

[Round 1: Mackk Myron]
I'll pop up on Bill ready to air the nigga
Old pistol, family matters, it's a rare condition
In this day and age? Bill, you gotta be fuckin' ready
Now we got a threat, vs. a nigga who look back in the mirror and give hisself a wedgie
Bill Collector
The heavy name with the lightest pen
For 100K I'll put on a Mask, alrighty then
Cleary, I'm seein' green, it ain't a Heineken
Crossin' niggas in Pennsylvania like Iverson
Oh it get tirin' but it's people you expirin'
You know you fire when
You got fans out in Ireland
And their requirements
For Mackk to Michael Myers shit
I'll body you and skate with the stick, Steve Iverman
Violent shit
Heat when we comin'
I'll let a hollow tip shine like E.T. or somethin'
Now correct me, y'all think he 'bout to beat me or somethin'?
Bill my little brother, he can't beat me at nothin'
Show me respect and watch who you talkin' to with manners
Get pistol whipped, your left eye on your shirt, welcome to Atlanta
I'm walkin' with a hammer
The .38 spit, Bill the handle got a curl like DJ Quik
As a child, I want to know, were you laughed at?
Did someone touch you? Do you want to talk to get past that?
Were you a schoolboy turned gangster, like Class Act?
The way I show out (Showout) with punches, does it give you flashbacks?
I can CashApp and [?] off the phone apps
I trap so much I'm almost Firm my 'Phone Tap'
Sellin' nicks through zips, Bill I had the ingredients
I learned how to eyeball watchin' my grandma with the seasonin'
[?] point blank range he pop
I'll put your face in ya chest like that fake ass chain you got
Change the plot
He shouldn't be runnin' his damn mouth
I'll walk up, angry beaver, shoot up ya dam(n) house
You? Not 'bout nothin'
We hop out? BG 'bout to Knoccout somethin'
What strip you claim?
What fiend you had pop-lock krumpin'?
He look dirty, I can tell that his block not jumpin'
Bill, my homie put me on, my block got pumpin'
He threw zips, I started cryin' when I got my onions
I'm from the Yak, you think the Glock not dumpin'?
Just know, we take a long walk in the park after dark, Jill Scott not comin'
I ain't gon' play wit' Bill
I got somethin' I wanna say to Bill
Whoever around you, Claire Huxtable, can lay wit' Bill
Inf' beam, you see this ray, it ain't theta pill
Coinstar, I brought nickels and tre's for Bill
Pontiac nigga

[Round 1: Bill Collector]
Showout bars? Why God?
That shit played out like a shirt from Izod with a matchin' case with an iPod
My God you 'bout to be [?] mob ties
Think Tom Cruise in '99
Cause Dr. Bill 'bout to show out (Showout) some punches that shut eyes wide
You from Michigan
Pontiac if we gettin' specifically to a tee
That is not Detroit
And I know how upset you get when people think everything in Michigan is the D
Understandable
But bitch that's what all that shit is to me
My home the ghetto, I still put my face on the chain and froze the bezel
I've been told my cruise control, no gas, but you still chose to hold the peddle?
This how I'm gon' get you in the first place like a golden metal
Mackk came here to scold the Devil?
I wish you would (wood) boy, I own Geppetto
[?] Bill be knowin' the metal
Bill snap like old stilettos
I'll leave Pontiac lookin' like a Street Fighter bonus level
I got no heart, I'll cut you like Spades at the party so don't club you big joker I'm that violent
[?] chainsaw sound like a cats growlin'
These bars? They in early like mad pilots
Son of the Devil, if you mack a Damien (macadamia)
Bill the one to put the mark on the beast, I'm past [?]
But oh man, all the cash you (cashew) was offerin' me go nuts and air lines (airlines) like packed almonds
That's why you [?] so much I got back problems
So don't trigger me about any of my past problems
I be actin' dumb, and that becomes Pass problem
'What More Can I Say' like the Black Album?
Teyana Taylor, I been leavin' names stretched ask Byron
So why in the Snorlax would I go to sleep on Mackk Myron
When I'm the one that said you head to the ceilin' like Shaq drivin'
Now you in the lane and Shaq drivin'
The bang too big for ya wig; bad stylist
I know, you just here to dance and that's it
Nothin' past rhymin'
Before Dolla Bill can leave Mack(k) in the trunk where you can't find him
Or catch Myron at the front door like, 'You know I got ya back Diamond."
It's electrifyin'
I conduct myself as grounded but still spit light in the eye
Bolt to spark interest to the people and it's shocking guy
It's dope how the bar equal substance abuse every time I spike the line
And if I OD, Mack'll more (Macklemore) likely die
Now they got a 100 racks on the line?

[Round 2: Mackk Myron]
To all my fans waitin' on that Bill verdict
Second round, blood money, I'm doin' Bill dirty
I walk up slow, Marlon when he kill Birdy
Still flurry, you're ghost, buster (Ghostbuster) he Bill Murray
A couple fans put Bill ahead
I creep in ya house, Cosby Show catch Bill in bed
Five-point palm, heart explode, Bill is dead
Now he walkin' wit' the Reaper like, Bill & Ted
[?] Scared
Oh you ain't know? It get real lethal
I'm kinda Brandy, I got the drive to kill people
Steel Eagle, we're in the 'Yak, we finna stretch the nigga
Mortal Kombat we brought four arms for that Collector nigga
I'm kinda sick, I shoot 'til the Llama click
I'll have ya cheekbone talkin' on some Blac Chyna shit
Nigga you look broke as fuck, where y'all find this bitch?
We eatin', you ain't gettin' no money, oh it's a dine and ditch
Time to switch, you goofball, in years you'll reflect
You've been here for years and still the people your peers don't respect
You silly rabbit
I'll pull up with a semi clappin'
Shazam! You will go to a boy from a man ya Billy Batson
The fans ask, "How do he trip? Is it really acid?"
Ole Billy will get a five to the face he really Braxton
Jamie brother I'll get you smoothered
Don't make a scene
I'll peel out, you'll hear the tires skkkkkkrt; Jamie King
I'll blaze the Nina out the whip, the doors open
My Juveniles will put his life in 'Slow Motion'
You finna see a hand wave like the old Hogan
A couple times I drop niggas, I'm Joe Rogan
What? I'm supposed to be shook or somethin'?
Hey Bill, I ain't shook or nothin'
Rap niggas get they line and push back, the Butcher comin'
I'll push a button
I promise you gon' need CPR
Bill, it's the Mack(k) like Felisha with the VCR
Look nigga, these words deeper than Durk beefin' with 63rd
My name ride deep in the streets when he was flippin' birds
I'm Showout and Hitman Holla before you hit the curb
[?], Mook, Grey Hoodie Lux and 360 Verb
The gun pickin' him up, sheesh, a UFO ship emerge
I'll shoot it 'til it Don't Flop, I'm a different Eurgh
[?] head so great, I never spill the words
Yo Eric, her top secret like the Bilderbergs
I feel the urge to just kill yo' ass
Everybody's a target, Shotti P, Bill to Pass
Y'all cheat me, I'll make everybody in this buildin' pass
I'm not [?] like the president for Bill to pass
Pontiac

[Round 2: Bill Collector]
Now I know Mackk, got more lines than a road map
He's that prepared
But this time Tom's got ways that can ways (Wyze) that can pass you there
If I shoot you, Twitch still gon' upload and let the battle air
I won't even get in trouble shootin' (troubleshooting) Mackk (Mac), nobody on the App will (Apple) Care
That type stuff is sad
You called Loso a "fuckin' fag"?
But it takes a fuckin' fag to know a fuckin' fag
This sucka mad, jump and spaz and watch Bill start spittin', sufferin' succotash
It's not that, we see him Goofy with punches and I be Duckin' jabs, cut and stab or
Flex a British gun that left him bloody mad
Mad bloody is bad buddy
Stab your back like a bad buddy
Dang cutty, shooter like half putty
His knees numb and his calves runny
The gash bloody
Thought he would get in the same ole bag from me
But I changed that whole bitch like Babs Bunny
You need a line? Call 'bout it
You know some Michigan shooters
Scammers, hustlers with an ace up they sleeve and some card counters?
Now that might seem odd to us but like prime numbers we all rounded
Coke so white like Lexx Luther made a bar 'bout it
Coke so white Geechi bodied it in a one rounder
One time the plug gave me short China, boy was I Dumbfounded
Not to be conceited but is this guy silly?
I beat the top nigga in the midwest, it's at five milly
The high [?] Billy yo' bitch, never the one tired of my willy
Why kill him when I can leave him alive bitchin' about it
Pimps used to wear platform shoes with the glass soles and lil Nemo swimmin' around it
And that reminds me of you cause they said, "Mackk (mack) a stepper", I just knew it was somethin' fishy about it
I've been a boss
Plugged in at 100, I've been in charge
String to the wisdom like dental floss
I done had more stars 'round me then synagogues
And still know how to put a trap on and get it off
I'm in the game you scrimmage ball, this nigga loss
This man just half a beast like minotaur
You say "no smoke" and still get smoked out like rental cars
When Bill open up at the table, I'm not fittin' to say what the dinner cost
Now you in the morgue, so when Mackk open up at the table he start gettin' [?] off
This nigga's soft
And more flavor to these ass kissers now that they season's gone
I ain't playin' the Grammy music if ya speech is long
Inf' beam, big dot, bounce across the words like a read-a-long
Long awaited ape shit, the King of Kong
I am Him like Jesus psalms
Speak of songs, seen you on Spotify said, "Yo put my people's on."
30 seconds in they like, "Yo. What your people's on?"
The beat is strong but cut that bitch short like Nia Long
You make as much sense on air as Aaliyah songs
I'm good pussy
Don't nobody wanna hear the sound of mack (Mackk) unless it's good pussy

[Round 3: Mackk Myron]
I said we got Bill Collector y'all, he be movin' that stuff
{Unintelligible} Man, shut yo' stupid ass up
It's about time I had a talk with this stupid bitch
You know, Bill Collector, the mid-tier, top-tier grown nigga who always doin' goofy shit
And be like, "Man I'm goin' through mental health and depression. I'm fucked up." And we can tell nigga
It's almost like he don't got nobody to talk to because he tell Twitter
Then cry online, look stupid, and watch a lot of porn
That's why I'm killin' you with a fuckin' verse, I'm Jonny Storm
You gave me motivation Billy, I got a lot from you
Bill, do you know what I got from you?
Learnin' what NOT to do
This shit easier than flyin' a kite
I'm nice, leagues reachin' out for me, it's so Brian McKnight
This metal will Kill Bill, the iron will strike
Be heard it blocks like Debo when he ridin' his bike
Who Eric? He Apollo, he be dyin' to fight
The Glock plastic, with a lemon, it's a bottle of Sprite
Bill I'll lift that arm up like Monica Wright
And he's Sanaa Lathan, they couldn't save him from the start
Love & Basketball them St. Louis niggas played before it's dark
Well swing on me, get yo' revenge
Try and die
And you don't need a lab coat for that Bill, it ain't Science Guy
In 2010 I was tryin' to make my way to the top
2011? When URL gave him his stock
2012? You looked bummy, you could've hollered lil' bro, I would've gave you a knot
And that was the same year Holla little bro' gave him a knot
As a fan, you know why I [?] with Showout decked on you?
Cause when you ran to Subway, I was the first nigga to check on you
Lumped up, icepack on his head, I said, "He's stressed."
He's in Subway and Showout just gave him a knuckle sandwich to eat fresh
You gon' need enormous tanks, the Army wit' him
A Mormon's faith, you're dealin' with an old Psycho, I'm Norman Bates
I caught a body last week Eric, it was a gory day
I figured, Let's Do It Again with Bill; Sidney Poitier
100? Do you know what I would do to yo' people?
We had to X man out, so I'm doin' it lethal
Eric, if I start usin' an Eagle
It's wheelchairs and metal plates, he used the Cerebro
I don't like this person
Spin the block, white Suburban
Spot him, I caught him in the field, he Michael Irvin
I shoot 'til you don't exist; Tyler Durden
Bill, you the one I'm icin' buster; Higher Learning
He thought this was a cakewalk, I reeled him in
Alls my life I had to fight, I'm instilled to win
Mackk Myron, the last situation that Bill was in
After that, Ghost Dad we never saw Bill again
Pontiac

[Round 3: Bill Collector]
Yeah I don't have any bad business with Homi
Or any squad to be honest, I mean
Since I had my daughter I done met a (Metta) WorldPeace, so I got a real vision alignin'
But since you tried to set Bill up (Billups) with Detroit, I gotta let it ring with the wildest nigga beside me
Let a nigga try me
I get you baked for a Dej Loaf, the bread's light
I'll take you 'Straight Outta Locash' like Dead Mike
'Mo' Money, Mo' Problems', damn, Biggie was dead right
Tell this fuck to chill, is you Ready To Die today?
Shots through these locks (Lox), worse than a Puffy deal
Take a nigga's shine (Shyne) away, give him that puppy feel
Bad Boy, final notice, now I'm 'bout to give you Double Bill overdue, Super Bill, precooked Mac(kk), Nutrimill
I'm talkin' 'bout, smoke anywhere, give you that Snoop appeal
Let two bitches shoot in ya crib, I'm hangin' with Mr. Cooper still
Clips get taken out, blooper reel
Watch a brick hit the side of ya rim, I don't hoop for real
Is dude for real?
You know what's in store? Steel (steal) Mackk
Work on my booster skills
Somethin' cold to ya top make ya hookah spill
I'm in the 'Yak, bendin' corners like Pinkie lookin' for [?]
Chadwich Boseman and an all Black Panther, I'm even shootin' Ill
Bro you gettin' the newest Bill, tax free
You tagged ya mom in the Bonnie battle, that shit's fair game if you ask me
If I catch her it's Cortez ab-lib, nasty
I'll run up to meet her (meter); taxi
With a big bird; [?]
I put all my people outta harms way, I'll put 'em past me
But I'll still let the bird wave free where ever Mackk be
That's me!
Black clothes, black gloves, cruisin' in the black van
Pull a "slow it down" like the DJ for The Last Dance
Call mama's phone, since he be movin' 'round with mad friends
First I'm askin', "Who you with?" Then I'm shootin' at Mackk mans
Big T voice, cablacblam!
Now the shell deflating your body like K Michelle
Two ratchets, raised by Mackk, that's Ness and Baby Girl
Sit calm (sitcom), I'm just makin' a show outta all these angles
But it could be three of them bitches in front of Mackk, that's Charlie's Angels
That's a movie
So be cool as Tom Cruise's shoes
And don't try to blame Midnight Madness when one of these niggas get dropped on YouTube
They made you battle the dog to Blue's Clues
Fuck Lu Cipher, I don't care what that nigga about
Y'all gave this nigga D Cipher (decipher) and he still couldn't figure it out
Get kicked in the mouth
You know that we see they faces
Mackk be punchin' and all that but he stay basic
I'm in this league catchin' wee vacations
Now I make the more bids (morbid) than Ebay pages
Stick to ya pads like relay races
Shot pass your shoulder like a team letter
Turn your white tee to a [?] sweater
I'll kill this bitch like Dean Fletcher
Hangin' over the bed like a dream catcher
I'm the heir to hit the-
Time